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A/N: for the Bridget Jones' Diary challenge. Luna is journaling/narrating. Watch and see what happens...
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January 1 - pretty late at night
Ah, January! That lovely month in which the year starts, I celebrate another birthday (although 'celebrate' might be the wrong term), and I start to wonder why on Earth I am still single. Honestly, I am nearly thirty-one years old, but my luck in relationships has been bad at best! It made a lot of sense when I was younger - to say that I was strange during my school years would be an understatement - but I've dealt with a lot of that stuff. I'm still me, just... not so publicly. Yet the more I appear to blend in, the worse my luck gets in love. The sweet irony of this is that, until recently, I didn't mind that. I mind now, though. Maybe the fact that everyone I can think of from school (God knows how long ago that was) minus one or two people is married with two or three children finally got to me.
I have made a list of New Year's Resolutions only once in my life, the year I turned seventeen. That was a very short list, with only one item on it - survive. Now I find myself needing to make a list of resolutions again, but this time for a different purpose. There is only one thing on this list as well, though - find a boyfriend or something who doesn't mind my craziness. I have never dated anyone who could have been Mr. Right. However, I have dated Mr. Cheapskate, Mr. Already-Married, Mr. Loudmouth, Mr. Fatalistic, and Mr. Codependent. Perhaps 'dated' is even too strong a word - with all of those, I went out to dinner or a party with them once and then realized things simply would not work.
Let us look on the bright side, what little of one there is - my best friend has apparently decided I like being single and has therefore decided to stop setting me up with everyone she can think of. I do not like singleness half as much as she apparently thinks that I do, but it's safer for me if she thinks I'm not interested in relationships. I am well known in my circle as the world's most terrible liar, and my friend can see through almost anything, so I count myself lucky that she has given up. Let's just say that I wouldn't wish her attempts at matchmaking on any person alive.